When they returned to this new Beqanna (for now that she had seen the Deserts again, now that she had been back in the old world, this place would forever be “new” to her), Agetta knew she needed to find Garbage.
She had absolutely no idea what she was going to say to him when she did find him, wasn’t even sure if there was anything that she could say at all. What do you say to someone when they did not tell you their trauma but you were shown it anyway without their permission?
Maybe she just needed to see those beautiful orange eyes where they belonged in his head and not rolling along the desert sand.
Maybe, as much as she was driven by concern for him, she was also driven by the selfish need to hear his voice when it wasn’t screaming at his dying mother. The one who had named him Garbage.
Her stomach twisted thinking about it, and she wasn’t sure she would ever be able to forget that scene. The mists return her to the grey afternoon they had robbed her from when they transported her into the past. There is a burning on her forehead - a golden marking is there now when there had been none before - and her legs burn from the bites from the magical snakes she had fought, but she begins her search all the same. In a swift movement, she has shifted into the form of a white eagle and taken to the skies - soaring low over the common lands as she searches for a now-too familiar black form.
@[garbage]